'Sixpence None The Richer' Christian Lyrics and Downloads

Like a million parachutesThe snow's coming downI'll lock up the front doorAnd turn the lights downIn the glow of the street lightsI see them descendLike a million parachutesSmall men on a mission[Chorus]I miss the warmth . . .

Deep inside the darkest nightIs drinking in the lightFrom pinholes prickedHoly needles knickedIn a canopy of whiteI'm alone, I'm aloneAnd I'm beating my soul to make it bleed a drop of hopeThen I'll drink it up in a gold . . .

It's every dayI'm in this placeI feel this wayI feel the sameIt's every dayI'm in this placeI feel this wayI feel the sameIs it all inside my headIs it all inside my headI view the listAnd take my pickI view my **faith** . . .

My heart is as dark as the soil sodden with winter rains. My soul is as heavy as the peat freshly dug from the bog. My thoughts swirl like willow branches caught in autumn winds. My body as tense as a cat's as it stalks . . .

when the water's too high when the water's too high I will carry you I will carry you when the streets are too hot when the streets are too hot I will carry you I will carry you Chorus: I will carry you I will carry you . . .

I see the wonder setting inover where I am goingand where I've beenand by the way when I kneel to prayit never seems you're thereand I'll admit that I do not trywhen it's easier to sit down and cryI'm so full of doubtwan . . .

[Originallly by ABBA] You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen Friday night and the lights are low Looking out for the place to go . . .

These things which I so often wonderThis need to create myselfFrustration forgotten through slumberIt's there when I wakeDefeated before I riseI'd pull myself out of his mireIf I could collect my strengthOr muster an oun . . .

I'm like Thomas doubtingFingers routing the scarsOf Your wrists and sideTouching flesh will make my mind believeBut I want to be like DavidThrow his clothes to the windTo dance a jig, in my skinAnd be re-made by your cle . . .

[originally by Crowded House]There is freedom within, there is freedom withoutTry to catch the deluge in a paper cupThere's a battle ahead, many battles are lostBut you'll never reach the end of the roadWhile you're trav . . .

I dreamt of something last night in my sleepI saw you sitting in a room without meYou were smiling and you had a tattooof me, in a room without youChorus:I aim my cannon at you ready or notYou're gonna feel my pain, like . . .

In the middle of my mourning Sits joy like ahappy child In the middle of this death I must cry with life for a while And death is great We are in his keep, laughing and whole When we feel deep in life He dares weep, deep . . .

drifting away from youspinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolationin a spellwalking away from the firethat keeps my heartfrom turning icegolden feet grace the surface of the seasinking deeper I view them from undernea . . .

You and the moon are a beautiful sight to me.The stars in your eyes make it really hard to see you.A night in the sun is all I really want.You and me with the best of both for once.Night breaks. My heart could not ache a . . .

eyes wide open all the timejust like a drug store in the citywhere she walks the streets at nighttime keeps ticking like the ocean through a sivever on ever forward in a marchhallelujahand she's one for the moneyto for t . . .

Standing in the middle of a forestBasking in the glorious autumnWatching the leaves as they changeFrom green, from green to orange, yellow and brownI'm falling downI'm falling downMy emotions are deceiving meBlinding my . . .

Let me, let me know what makes you happyAnd I'll do it over, over and over againLet me know just how you love meAnd we'll spin around again in this field of flowers we're inI wish to quote from Whitman nowTo show the way . . .

I guess you could say I'm a little afraidWhat if you go away?I've seen it beforeI've been there beforeIf I have to love myselfTell me how to love myselfWhat's there to love about myself?I just wanted to see that as a per . . .

[Originally by The Beach Boys] I keep looking for a place to fit Where I can speak my mind I've been trying hard to find the people That I won't leave behind They say I got brains But they ain't doing me no . . .

I left my conscience like a crying child locked the door behind me put the pain on file broken like a window i see my blindness now i need love not some sentimental prison i need god not the political church i ne . . .

Leaves are falling, and something's calling me hereThe state of depression that I'm walking inGot the impression that I won't stay here longI know I am like this, but still I don't know what to doThe sky is darkeningI ca . . .

So I'm waiting by a phoneFor the blessed ringLike a holy grailfor a fisher kingTime is ticking downlike a metronomeRythmn for my brainand its ceaseless scaresI never seem to play them to the beat I hearThough my heart be . . .

you know I need all the love you give a loser like me I just don't know why you would give it for free when I don't deserve it you know now I wonder why you wouldn't want to charge a higher price you take a loss and stil . . .

You must be the seed.Descend into the earthSearching for the union of deathAnd then rebirth.But I need loveIt is patience, it is kindnessI need loveIt is rain after the drynessI need loveSister Wisdom, help me seeIt's th . . .

How you'd laugh when I cried Each time I saw the tide Take our love letters From the sand You made a vow That you Would always be true But somehow that vow Meant nothing to you Now my broken heart aches With every wave t . . .

Well I'm staring straight into the face of hellYou're so close and you can't even tellI'm so wrapped up insideBecause I don't have much to loveHorrified I feel from pits unseenFalling off my pedestal of plentiful deedsAs . . .

well I'm staring straight into the face of hell you're so close and you can't even tell and I'm so wrapped up inside I don't have much to love horrified I reel from pits unseen falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds . . .

hey I am having a little troubleagain with myselftoday I would label out of the ordinaryhey I readthe words to label himsaid he strikes a tune mighty finebut in living life that's where he findsplenty of troublehey I ama . . .

you're a painting with symbols deep, symphonysoft as it shifts from dark beneatha poem that flows, caressing my skinin all of these things you reside and Iwant you flow from the pen, bow and brushwith paper and string, a . . .

tonight the lamplight swirls and glistensmelting itself upon my faceI'm hanging my silhouette near the shorelineI'm swimming underneath in the noontimewill I ever know what's wrong with me?will I ever see your hand again . . .

Mysteries unfolding quickly before my eyesIn a way I saw the world in one nightWithout even leavingWithout even leaving the roomGolden cymbals catching lightThe flowing veils of dancers in the nightPut me in a swoonBeati . . .

I look out to the fieldswhere blood is shed upon the groundI breathe in, breathe outchange the channel, (mute) the soundI take a match, a cigarette, and a walk to clear my headmy stomach's reeling at the thought of all t . . .

My life is plaguedBy mistakes, broken love, slaps in the faceBut I'm trying to care, to dare to embrace your faceHug him like a brotherKiss her like a sisterLet it be my mother for nowI want to find where the maid in the . . .

Tell me father are you riding onThe fictional bus up to heaven above?Do you listen to the angels on the outskirtsHave they persuaded you?Oh tell me fatherPerhaps you have been persuaded beforeI just want to know where yo . . .

Big time, bright lightsThe world is looking for someone to show them the daylightBut it's not me I am not the oneFor simple love look to the SonSpotlight get me out of this spotlightIt looked okay but somehow it doesn't . . .

you are still burningthe flame that is turningmy smoldering ash into a birdso stay close my brotherI couldn't stand the lossyou are the bridge of actionI need you to help me crossI need you to help meChorus:so when you b . . .

do I murderwhen I forget you from afartoo drunk on the poison of endless roadsand the countless smokey barsbut tension is to be lovedwhen it is like a passing noteto a beautiful, beautiful chorddo I murder usputting pave . . .

Fatherless and the widowStricken down by the hand of deathGrasping for securityAnticipation of the imminent nextOf the imminent nextThe fatherless and the widowFind their souls filled with fearHer lover gone foreverHis h . . .

White ribbonWedding gownShe walked into the gardenWhat has she foundOh sorrowUntold sorrowThere would be no groomShe left him as sheFound himEmpty insideBut this time it wasMuch too lateNothing to hideOh her soulNever le . . .

I never knew you but you seemed to be, to me, a great man wise as a serpent and gentle as a hillside white lamb we heard your voice we saw your choice it's written on us I wish I'd know you and learned the way to . . .

The lines of my earth, so brittle, unfertile, and ready to dieI need a drink, but the well has run dryAnd we in the habit of saying the same things all over againFor the money we shall makeThis is the last song that I wr . . .

I only want what's mineThat's what I came to findA little respect that's allFrom youBecause one has his natural rightBut somehow that doesn't seem rightNot when I look at myselfI was taken on a trip to seeA miniscule men . . .

I built these walls with blinders on my eyes brick by brick and now I realize that I'm shut out I'm shut in and every time I try to reach out I reach in I break my fingers on the bricks why do I do this to myself there i . . .

Trust in the Lord with all your heartLean not on your own understandingIn all of your ways acknowledge HimAnd He will make your paths straightDon't worry about about tomorrowHe's got it under controlJust trust in the Lor . . .

I know we often feel the rub of love that we don't always fit quite hand in glove but we live inside of a mystery and my heart often fails to contain and I know that words are not enough when I think of all the endless l . . .

I'm going nowhere and I'm going to take my timeAll the questions in the worldI can leave in my mindI'm waiting on the sunshine, the sunshineI'm waiting for answersI'm waiting to figure it outI took all my chancesI slippe . . .

I breathe the mistfloating about the starsI can caress with velvet handsI breathe the mistfloating within withoutthis pen between my fingersMessiahI know you are therewithin without me holding meMessiahI know you are the . . .

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch. You're a bad banana With a greasy black peel. You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an em . . .

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